That was going on his Hall of Fame list of most dramatic entrances to this place yet. Pregnant woman, nearly due, and with injuries both fresh and old? Those few hours getting her stabilised and the contractions stopped went on Ratchet's list of Exciting Times in the ER.

But that was then and this was now, and he wasn't necessarily looking for her, more like taking the opportunity whenever it appeared. She wasn't Carly, he knew that, not with those marks, and the brand, and she didn't have the right accent, either. But still. She was here, with a baby due soon and didn't know a soul here. Fragging youngling protocols, still active after all these years.

He slid into a seat at a table near to Angharad's and cleared his throat.

"Angharad?"